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She Makes My Day
Look over there, the wind blows her hair
The hurricane it rages on this fine day.
Look over there, the rain soaks her hair
The thunder it rumbles on this fine day.
Look over there, a hat covers her hair
The cold it is bitter on this fine day.
Look over there, white in her hair,
The hale it is stinging on this fine day.
Look over there I see her nowhere,
The sun splits the flags today.
The hurricane it rages on this fine day.
Look over there, the rain soaks her hair
The thunder it rumbles on this fine day.
Look over there, a hat covers her hair
The cold it is bitter on this fine day.
Look over there, white in her hair,
The hale it is stinging on this fine day.
Look over there I see her nowhere,
The sun splits the flags today.
Published 11th Nov 2009
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